I am one of the biggest dreamers/optimists I know but sometimes that can lead to the pitfall of having high expectations. In 12-step programs you’ll hear “expectations are pre-meditated resentments” and resentments are the number one cause of relapse. The wise William Shakespeake put it another way – “expectation is the root of all heartache.” So how do we dream, plan and hope for the best without having expectations? I believe we do just that – and that the difference is having faith but giving up the outcome. Jesus tells us in today’s Gospel: “And he said to his disciples, “Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about your life, what you shall eat, nor about your body, what you shall put on. For life is more than food, and the body more than clothing. Consider the ravens: they neither sow nor reap…yet God feeds them. Of how much more value are you than the birds! And which of you by being anxious can add a cubit to his span of life? If then you are not able to do as small a thing as that, why are you anxious about the rest? Consider the lilies…they neither toil nor spin; yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass…how much more will he clothe you, O men of little faith! Do not seek what you are to eat and what you are to drink, nor be of anxious mind. For all the nations of the world seek these things; and your Father knows that you need them. Instead, seek his kingdom, and these things shall be yours as well.” (Luke 12:22-31) For me, Mother’s Day was a prime example of how I had to force myself to give up expectations of my kids – to hope I saw them/heard from them but not “expect” anything – and as a result, how I was pleasantly surprised (in fact, delighted!) by some but not disappointed in others – and had a wonderful day. Hope, faith, even dreams but no expectations…sounds like a plan just for today.
Monthly Archives: May 2015
I had been feeling sad and even ashamed this past week to be from Baltimore in the wake of all of the violent criminal backlash to the alleged police brutality in the Freddy Gray case; thugs throwing bricks at cops, burning down buildings, bashing cars, hurting innocent bystanders, forcing 200 innocent businesses to close and much more. Here I thought these race riots only happened in places like Ferguson – but what transpired in Baltimore, “Charm City,” was even worse. And then I heard the priest at church yesterday tell of stories where a young boy reached out and handed – not threw – a water bottle to one of the police officers on the line; where another police officer picked up a lost little girl and hugged and protected her until he could find her parents. Small stories you don’t see on the nightly news. And I realized, we are ALL from Ferguson, we are ALL from Baltimore, we ALL need to pray together and rise above and do the next right thing. Today I feel hopeful as the curfew on Baltimore is lifted; I pray life in my wonderful city goes back to “normal” – no, better than normal, where people are treated like equals and people reach out with water bottles instead of throwing stones no matter their race, their age, their occupation. Jesus and His disciples preached not only to their own people but spread the word to all people, eventually to the ends of the earth. When Peter speaks to the early Christians – made up of Jews and Gentiles from various cities, races, nationalities, he tells them, “YOU are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, a people for God’s own possession…for you once were not a people, but now you are the people of God.” (1 Peter 2:9-10). I believe the “YOU” Peter speaks to is “US.”